Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered
And blue stars shiver in the distance'.

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held him in my arms.
I kissed him over and over again under the endless sky.

He loved me, sometimes I did love him too.
How could I not have loved his great eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have him. To feel that I have lost him.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without him.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter if my love could not keep him.
The night is shattered and he is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied because it has lost him.

My sight searches for him as though to go to him.
My heart looks for him, and he is no longer with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We both of that time are no longer the same.

I no longer love him, that's true, but how much I have loved him.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch his hearing.

Another’s. He will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
His voice, his bright body. His infinite eyes.

I no longer love him, that’s true, but maybe I do love him.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms
My soul is not satisfied because it has lost him.

Though this is the last pain that he makes me suffer
And these the last verses I do write for him.

(Changes in the pronouns were mine)